A/N: Yo guys, so sorry I've been so late with this chapter. Schools been so crazy I only get a few hours to write anymore and I wanted to spend more time on this chapter to make sure it was the way that I wanted it to be.

Hope you guys like it, and you aren't disappointed with what Kagami is~! I'm so nervous, gah. :/

Hanamiya looked down at the book before him, fingers trailing along with the words he was reading. It was in an obscure Latin dialect that most couldn't read any more, but he had been groomed since birth to understand and speak it. Such was his destiny and birthright after all. Candlelight flickered next to him, illuminating the shadows in the dreary looking castle lair that had been his families' home for generations.

He had grown up in the Witherworld where the murderers and rapists were thrown, tossed away to never see the light of day again. Well… at least the real sun, all they had was flashes of lightning that came so occasionally that the land was almost always lit up to some extent. Nothing grew in the infertile soil, and food was so meager that it caused many people to turn cannibalistic. It was not a kind world; only fit for those that would rise to the top, kill or be killed was the motto of many here. And Hanamiya's family had always been on top of the food chain.

Many had tried to usurp his reign before, but always failed. In fact, after twisting their minds and souls so much they became workers in his castle. They could barely remember who they were before they had come to work under his command, and were so malleable to his demands it was almost too easy. But no… he could not afford to get too careless, even if his plans, his father's plans and his fathers before him and so on, were coming to fruition.

It had taken many generations to perfect what he was creating, and the eclipse was almost nigh. In the next month, the world would be his playground. Yes, oh yes, things were going perfectly if he did say so himself. Akashi would get what he deserved, they all would. Throwing his father away, throwing him away, they would regret what they had done those many years ago. He would show Akashi how wrong he was that day.

"How will this work Hanamiya?" Haizaki drawled from across the room, slouching in his chair as he watched him read. Hanamiya glared at the man, if he didn't need him in his plans such disrespect towards him would not go unpunished. He calmed himself and put a deceiving smile on his face.

"As I have said many times before Haizaki, once the moon is in the sky, the moon right before a full moon, the sacrifices will be prepared and while you stand in the circle your powers will multiply. There is no simpler explanation than that, and nothing more that you need to know." Hanamiya smiled grimly.

Haizaki eyed him distrustfully, "Still… how do you know this will work? Have you tested this before? And how will my… inner, take to having company?"

"Don't trust me?" He cackled as he flipped the tome shut with a slam. Dust rose from the table, coating the air with a musty smell that made Haizaki's nose scrunch up in disgust.

"Definitely not."

"Good. You would be a fool to do otherwise. But do not worry Haizaki; the souls of those children will be more pliable to your will since they are yet to be born. Your inner will just have a little… snack per se. A boost, if you want to call it that. This ritual has only been used once before, on someone you know very well actually, but I have modified it to fit my needs."

"Why don't you use the original ritual then? And whom are you talking about? We do not have any mutual acquaintances." A flash of anger crossed his face and passed too quickly for Haizaki to be sure that it was actually there. Hanamiya was too skilled in masking his true emotions for him to understand exactly what went on in the guys' head.

"There is a special requirement for that certain spell, one that only comes every five hundred years. And my ancestor made the mistake of thinking he could control it by changing it, but now… it has come once again. And I will not make that same mistake; in fact, I will use it to destroy what my ancestor had created. Oh yes, the world will burn." Hanamiya grinned, a crazy glint in his eyes that made Haizaki a bit worried.

"And will I get my revenge?"

"Yes, yes, of course. That is, if you can handle the power that I will give you. So the real question is, can you?"

This time Haizaki grinned, "There's nothing I cant handle, and nothing I wouldn't give just to see the light go out of his eyes as his blood drains from his body. Aomine will die by my hands." The last part was snarled so harshly that if the empty shells that they called servants had their humanity back, they would have flinched and fled in terror.

Hanamiya cackled cruelly, "Ooo, is that you talking Haizaki, or do I have the privilege of speaking to Sonneillon?"

Haizaki's eyes glowed as they stared into his green eyes, "Shut it, human."

It only made him laugh harder, "Ahhahaha."

"Master, sire, lord—,"

Hanamiya sighed, and waved his hand, "Yes, yes, get on with it #274." The man stood before him, his whole right side looked as if all the muscles had relaxed, or as if it had been made out of wax and left too close to a fire. Side effects of his mind spell, but it made him easier to control, so it was worth it. #274 had been a murderer before, which specialized in killing women, especially one's with black hair and blue eyes if he remembered correctly. Now he was just a husk of the man he had been before, dull eyes only brightening when they came upon his master.

He hurried to speak up and please his lord, "Yes'm sire, the time is close master, and the sacrifices have'm been gathered. It was hard an all, there ain't many pregnant women'm here in the Witherworld'm." He smiled and bounced as if a dog that was about to receive a treat for doing the right trick. Hanamiya smiled amusedly, what a simple-minded creature.

"And you have five of them, correct?" #274 nodded excitedly and Hanamiya smirked, "Very good, you've done well, go see Imayoshi for your reward."

"There's no need sire, I am here." Came a voice from the doorway. There stood Imayoshi with his hands clasped behind his back, a little smile playing at his mouth as always. If Hanamiya didn't know any better he would have thought that the smile was a permanent fixture on his face. Imayoshi faced the servant, and handed him a key, "Here is your reward, go to the pleasure room. You have earned it #274." The mans eyes widened as he reverently accepted it, holding it lightly in his hands as if it would crumble with too much pressure, and then limped out of the hall.

"Where have you been all evening Imayoshi?" Hanamiya inquired.

"Doing rounds sire, making sure that everything had been completed as you asked. And I have brought some more dead man's blood as I thought the supplies were getting a bit low. #78 is bringing it up now as we speak." The smiled widened a bit, eyes still narrowed as he stepped further into the room, coming to a stop next to where Haizaki sat.

"Ah, thank you Imayoshi. Come, we must begin." He gestured Imayoshi over to the table.

"Why do you trust this guy?" Haizaki asked suspiciously, "He used to work for Akashi." Imayoshi just smiled again and let Hanamiya speak for him.

"It would do you well to remember who is in charge here Haizaki." Hanamiya bit out, "He has been my loyal servant for two hundred years now. And I would remind you that you used to work for Akashi too." Haizaki frowned and shot a scowl at Imayoshi but said nothing.

"Sire, as much as I appreciate you defending me, it is not necessary. I do not care for what worms think of me," he said.

Haizaki growled, standing abruptly from his chair, "Say that again you half-rate vampire. You may be older than me by thirty years but I'm stronger than you. I was changed by Akashi, while you were just changed from Aomine. By right of blood, you should bow before me."

Imayoshi smirked and a light in his eyes showed how much he was enjoying doing what Haizaki hated, "Ah, but here in the Witherworld, I am a higher rank than you. So I suggest you sit down like the good servant you are as we prepare the ritual." Haizaki was stopped from mauling Imayoshi by a green and black shadow slithering around his frame, gripping him tight.

"You will do as he says Haizaki, this is no time to fight. It is time." Hanamiya gestured his hands to the open roof where more than half the moon was lit up and glowing brightly down upon them. "Haizaki, stand in the middle, you must be there when Imayoshi closes the circle or else it will not work. Imayoshi, you know what to do." When Haizaki nodded his consent he retreated his shade to let him go, it slithered to the shadows and disappeared. Just in time #78 came into the room, holding some bags of blood. Hanamiya gestured to Imayoshi who took the blood from the servant and got a brush that already had dried blood stained to its bristles.

When Haizaki stepped into the moonlight and went to the middle, Imayoshi immediately started drawing on the ground in a complex pentagram, with Latin words and symbols here and there. All the while they were doing that Hanamiya had opened his tome again and started chanting softly into the eerily quiet air around them, and when Imayoshi nodded to the servant as he was finishing the modified pentagram, he went to bring the sacrifices in.

Five pregnant women were brought in by deformed servants, each of them screaming and weeping to be let go. Imayoshi knew that they were innocent of any crimes, as they would not be picked for this ritual otherwise, as it only called for pure souls. Though it wasn't the women's souls that were going to be used in the ritual but more specifically the unborn child of the mothers. As Hanamiya had explained to him, they didn't have souls yet, but they were tied with a string to the souls that they would inherit once they were born, and since they were using them to, in a crudely put manner, inject them into Haizaki's soul then he would essentially gain their meager souls. Which this in turn would boost his already immense powers.

Imayoshi cast a silencing charm to quiet the crying women, as Hanamiya was going to need all the concentration he could get. Already, sweat was beading on his sire's face and neck at the strenuous magic that was being conducted through his body and it was just the beginning. In the middle of the circle Haizaki fell to his knees as the first woman's throat was slit at the top left of the pentagram's point. The servant made sure the blood wouldn't mix with the circles' dead man's blood as he lowered her body to the floor. The other women screamed silently at the sight and watched as one by one, over the course of the next few hours, each one was killed.

When the last's neck was slit, Haizaki screamed and lightning struck the ground outside so violently it shook the castle. Imayoshi stepped back into the corner where he watched with hooded eyes as Hanamiya was raising his arms and yelling the last bit of the incantation. In an instant a powerful force pushed them all back and all the candles went out, bathing them in darkness. Imayoshi shivered as he heard the beginnings of crazed, unnatural laughter from somewhere in the room, whether it be Hanamiya or Haizaki was yet to be seen.

This will need to be reported, Imayoshi thought.

White, everywhere was white. White. White. White… wait… blue?

Kagami blinked slowly, his eyes feeling like lead weights as he cracked one eye open to see a blue head. A sinking feeling came to his stomach as he realized it wasn't the dark blue haired person he really wanted, but shook it off. What was going on? He went to ask but promptly choked on how dry his mouth felt.

Kuroko's eyes widened and he called out to someone and leaned over to give him some water. He said something but Kagami's head was still spinning so he couldn't clearly hear yet. It was almost like he was under water, and everything was muffled and fuzzy. He saw the green haired doctor… Mi.. Midorima, yeah, that was it, he was hunched over him saying something to him. Kagami could only scrunch his eyebrows slowly roving his eyes around before his ears tuned in.

"…gami… Kagami. Tell me what your first name is?"

"…T-taiga." He rasped out, hand going to his throat with some difficulty. Kuroko and Midorima relaxed at that. "Why am I here?" He asked, but then it all came back to him, Aida, the hospital, her condition, and healing her.

"Your body was in a coma after you somehow healed Aida-san. I have to make sure that your body still functions the same, so please try and stay with me Kagami." He nodded and they went through the standard procedure before Midorima deemed him as healthy as he could be, with no standing memory loss from the coma.

"Midorima-kun. If I could have a while with Kagami-kun? There seems to be some things that we need to discuss." Kuroko stated and Kagami gulped, he didn't like the tone that he had. Midorima gave Kuroko a look for a moment before agreeing and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

"How longs it been?" Kagami inquired.

"A week and a half now." His eyes bugged out and he gaped at the bluenette.

"What?! You can't be serious."

"I would not joke at such a matter Kagami-kun." He stated plainly.

Kagami nodded wearily, "What is it you needed to speak with me about? If it's about Aida then I have—,"

"Oh I don't have to ask about that."

"Why?" Kagami looked at him suspiciously. Anyone would naturally be curious as to what happened.

"Because I already know what you did," Kuroko smiled.

"Y-you do?" He couldn't help but swallow harshly, and though he trusted Kuroko he still feared what would happen when it got out. Kagami gripped at Kuroko's hand desperately, "Please don't tell anyone!"

His small hand gripped his back reassuringly, "Do not worry Kagami-kun. Your secret is safe with me, but you should know that here, in the Old World such things are much more… accepting, as there is someone here that has high esteem for people of your talents."

"They are?"

"Indeed Kagami-kun. In fact, I assume that you do not know exactly what you are, am I correct?"

"Yeah, but how'd you know? I mean I've been trying to figure out for a while now…"

"Last night, when I saw you taking Aida's disease into your soul, all the clues finally clicked. Why you heal so fast, how you could keep up with Aomine when you weren't holding yourself back psychologically, why you cant do normal magic easily, and how you have that healing power. Before I tell you, may I ask when Garcia-san adopted you?"

Kagami frowned, "Well, it was when I was really young maybe seven or eight. Why?"

"Do you remember anything of your mother or father? Did they tell you anything?"

"Uhh," Kagami's brows crunched together in thought. "No, my first memory is of Alex finding me in an alley. Although, sometimes when I dream I get flashes of a red-haired woman holding me. They died a few weeks after we got to the New World… is there a point in asking?"

"Yes, sorry, I was just wondering why you hadn't been informed of this before. But it makes more sense now that I know that you probably don't remember them telling you about what you are, or of your heritage. And if your mother is the redhead then that explains why your last name is different, as your father must have given you your last name."

All of this just confused him more, "What does this have to do with anything Kuroko?"

Kuroko smiled softly, "It has everything to do with who you are. But first, do you know how the first vampire, Akashi, came into creation?"

"No, I don't, but I bet you're going to tell me, huh?"

"It all began five hundred years ago with a Necromancer by the name of Hanamiya Hisoka. Now, in the beginning he was not a Necromancer, as almost all evil men, there was a story to how he became that way. At first, he was a worldwide renowned Healer that was a genius in every sense of the word. Yet, his wife fell sick after giving birth to their son Hanamiya Shiro, and no matter what he tried, there was no curing her. Months passed as he searched for a way to heal his beloved, and in the archives of the great library in the capitol of the Old World, as its now known, he found a way.

"In the catacombs of the old religions of magick, he found that every five hundred years that there was one prophesied to be given the grace of the gods. They were said to have the powers of the one true God, and wield light, healing, and a special magick like the magicians of old. And that they would bring a new change to the world, be it either an age of Darkness or of Light. It was said that they had hair and eyes the color of blood, and that they commanded an air of superiority that one could not recreate even if they tried.

"Now, Hisoka seeing that this year that this supposed prophesied child would be nearing the age of thirteen set out to find them. As the months passed his wife fell more ill he searched through the Old World to find such a child. When almost all hope was lost, and his wife had only a month left to live, he was traveling back to the capitol and passed through a decrepit town by the name of Rakuzan. There, he found a boy with red hair and red eyes by the name of Akashi Seijuuro. Just like the scriptures had said, he commanded every person around him easily. So Hanamiya begged him to come back and heal his wife, and when he agreed they went back together.

"Akashi was still young then, and had only used his healing power two times before then, but Hanamiya was confident that he would heal his wife. They traveled fast and hard to reach the capitol in that month, and thankfully made it back in time. Hanamiya's wife was still alive, but barely, after almost a year being sick it did things to her mind. When Akashi went to heal her, to take her disease, she rejected it, and as I think you know Kagami-kun, if one does not accept it then they cannot be healed. Instead of being healed that day, she died in his arms. Hanamiya was furious, blaming the young Akashi for killing his wife and managed to best him in a magic duel, as his powers were not yet fully developed.

"In his findings in the catacombs of old magick, there was another way to bring back a loved one, but he needed more time. So using his knowledge, he decided to use Akashi's soul as a sacrifice to make himself immortal. Hanamiya made all the preparations in secret, because this was highly illegal and immoral magic that had been banned centuries ago. He started the ritual and everything went according to plan, that is, until he made a mistake, a mistake that would cost him everything. Instead of him gaining immortal powers from the demonic soul that he brought forth from the depths of hell, it was drawn to Akashi's brilliantly bright soul. They merged into one, and from that day on, demanded blood for him to retain control of his demonic side.

"Akashi woke from his slumber to find himself severely changed. The first thing that he did was banished Hanamiya and his son to the Witherworld where they would live out their lives in agony. After realizing that he could no longer use his grace, he found that he could use another magic that had never been seen before. Vampire magic as it would come to be named in the years afterward. Akashi came to realize how different he was, he could now move quicker, see better, and be stronger than humans normally would. After years, he also noticed that he did not grow past the age of when he was changed, to his dismay. He became quite lonely after a hundred years and found out by accident that he could change others. Each time he changed someone, a piece of his demonic soul would go to theirs, tainting their once pure souls into one that reflected his. And so, this was how the Vampire World came to be, he lead them into becoming a unified nation that ruled over all." Kuroko paused after his long story, taking a sip from the water that Kagami had been drinking earlier.

"…And, what does this have to do with me?"

Kuroko sighed; of course Kagami couldn't connect the dots. "Well, you see, what Hanamiya didn't realize was that Akashi Seijuuro had a younger brother that did not have his grace, named Akashi Yuu."

"Okay?" Kagami asked questionably. He still didn't understand.

"Akashi Yuu, is your ancestor."

Kagami choked, "W-what?! You can't be fucking serious? Right?" Looking at Kuroko he paled, "Oh god, you are serious. I just… what does that mean exactly?"

"What that means is that you are the next prophesized child of this half-millennium. You have the grace of the one true God in you, and you have the powers to change the world."

"I just don't understand. So what if I have these powers, what the hell does that make me?"

"You, Kagami-kun, are what many have tried to define as Nephilim, but you are much more than a fallen angel that mingled with a human. Your soul is pure, it is the reincarnation of an angel, and we call you Lights because you are not immortal like true Angels are. Your mother was an Akashi, descended from Akashi Yuu, which married your father Kagami who passed his name onto you."

"This… this is a lot to take in." Kagami gripped his head. "So why did Akashi Yuu have grace too if he was born at the same time as Akashi Seijuuro?"

Kuroko rubbed his back soothingly, "I know it is Kagami-kun. And to answer your question, he didn't have those powers because he was not the first-born. There can only be one Light at a time."

"Then how come Akashi is still here and yet I was born? Doesn't that make my powers kind of moot?"

"Akashi, as I said, lost his Light powers the day he was changed, though he still holds echoes of that power sometimes," Kuroko explained quietly. "His ability to command those around him is still his, which I believe is why you do not have that particular ability. Though, your aura is still very fierce. I believe that when the demonic soul merged with Akashi's soul it left parts of it with him, so you only got a part of that power."

"I see…" Kagami sighed, putting his head in his hands. This was almost too much information for his already strained mind. A history lesson from Kuroko when he first woke up was not what he had expected.

"Also, I have brought you this, to perhaps explain some things that I could not. In the beginning of it is the story from Akashi's point of view, but I figured you wouldn't want to read more than you have to." Kuroko chuckled lightly at that. He pushed a frail, dirty looking journal that had the words 'Ye Olde Magick of Nephilim' across it at him. "It should also give you some tips on getting ahold of your powers. Though I will still have sessions with you to help explain things if necessary."

Kagami nodded and accepted it. "I still can't believe that my mother was an Akashi… wait…" His eyes widened and mouth dropped open dramatically, "Does that mean Akashi Seijuuro is my great-great-great-great-great-great Uncle?! Oh god, do I have to call him Uncle Sei or something now?" He paled at the thought and moaned drearily into his hands.

Kuroko laughed at the thought, "No, Kagami-kun. That doesn't mean you have to call him that. In fact, I think he'd appreciate if you didn't. Plus, you are to keep this under wraps, so don't show anyone that book. I have already put a spell on it so that if anyone else looks at it they'll see a simple human magic book. Now, I must take my leave Kagami-kun, I think there is someone that will want to speak with you very much."

"Huh? Who would that be?" Kuroko merely smiled knowingly and disappeared. "Wait, Kuroko you little bastard answer me!"

A/N: Okayyyy, so that's done finally. So sorry there's no Aomine in this one, but there'll be plenty of that next chapter.

SO YOU FINALLY FOUND OUT! :D I hope that you guys enjoyed the history lesson more than Kagami, and that you liked the twist that I put on it. I didn't really want him to be a cut and dry angel, cuz that's kinda boring. And I explained a bit more about his past and why he was alone when he met Alex.

Also, did you guys like the beginning part? Ohohohoho, the plot is beginning to pick up. *Rubs hands together evilly* I felt like it was time to show you what Hanamiya and Haizaki were up to lately. ;)

Again, sorry it took so long, schools been killin' me. Forgive me darlings. Comments are love :3